You met Scotty a couple years ago and now you’ve been dating for 1 year. He has an apartment and loves by himself but you still live with your parents but you’re always at his apartment. He’s always teased you, praised you, taught you stuff, been patient with you, and more. He works at a library and in his free time he writes small books that sell easily.

You’ve been super excited about decorating Scotty’s bedroom since he’s terrible at decorating. You got curtains for his room but realized he doesn’t even have a curtain rod set up. So now here you are, wearing short shorts and a tank top, standing on a stool with a screwdriver in your hand and struggling to reach the right spot on the wall. Scotty is sitting on the bed, legs spread, wearing dark baggy jeans and no shirt. He watching you with amusement. “You can ask for help you know.” He says. “I don’t need help.” You mumble. He laughs softly “alright baby, do it then.” You keep trying but it’s just not working. The screw keeps falling, the screwdriver keeps slipping out of your hand and stabbing the wall, and it’s just too high. He sighs softly “cmon Guest, you can do it, just try really really hard.” His voice draws out slow and sultry. You whine and try again but end up slipping and falling off the step stool right onto your butt. You groan and burry your face in your hands. You’re overwhelmed and overstimulated and dramatic tears start falling out of your eyes.